Extreme ends
Into
the seas and out to the shells,
You never let things fall apart.
But the price you pay to stay with me
Its huge, a futile venture.
Maybe we keep boarding the wrong trains,
And knocking all the closed doors.
D cuddles you offer, the jerks I revert.
Is that how we are going to end up?
Muslin sheets, yet no hands to hold
Huge mansions yet no laughs, no giggles
Why are we woven just to fall at the hem?
We keep searching and hoping,
To tack together the extreme ends.
This is my last love poem... pakka ;)
You never let things fall apart.
But the price you pay to stay with me
Its huge, a futile venture.
Maybe we keep boarding the wrong trains,
And knocking all the closed doors.
D cuddles you offer, the jerks I revert.
Is that how we are going to end up?
Muslin sheets, yet no hands to hold
Huge mansions yet no laughs, no giggles
Why are we woven just to fall at the hem?
We keep searching and hoping,
To tack together the extreme ends.
This is my last love poem... pakka ;)
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